The Graces, and the rosie-boosom'd Howres,Thither all their bounties bring,...That there eternal Summer dwels,And West winds, with musky wingAbout the cedar'n alleys flingNard, and Cassia's balmy smels.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Yet fairest blossome do not slightThat age which you may know so soon:...The rosie Morn resignes her light,And milder glory to the Noon:And then what wonder shall you do,Whose dawning beauty warms us so?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »